Chapter 7

(Wynter's POV)

Staying quiet to myself but just keeping a constant walk as I went through each part of the levels, easily, I went to find the others. I had gone far from where it had put me, the beginning, but it really had pissed me off to no end. That anger kept growing with each step I had taken, Matty had a lot of explaining to do. I was already soaked and pissed but not scared or going insane from the game. When I had opened my eyes to be in it I was already in my irritated dark mode so most things that probably should have attacked me never did.

Hearing something behind me I turned in time to see a bro gaining. Giving a grunt I grabbed its head and threw it across the room then turned and started walking. Only peaking over my shoulders to see, from the side point of my eye, that it was watching my almost as if it was scared of me then turned and ran off. This hadn't surprised me really, there had been this fish thing trying to attack but I surprised it had slammed my foot on it. I wasn't in the mood for games, I needed to find my friends then a way to get the fuck out of here. As I walked fast past the level I was in, I seen another bro wandering around when it seen me but didn't attack, yet instead started backing away.

Rolling my eyes in my head I walked past it and into the next door to find another dark room. To be honest it was kind of peaceful in this game with how dark and alone it was. The only problem I had were those stupid bros, how messy the place was, and the whispers and things that were suppose to scare you that came with it.

Going into another room I found a bro, this one didn't do what the last one did but instead stood there and blocked the next exit. Not in the mood for games, like I had said before, I walked toward it to see it still didn't move but instead stood there. I would have pushed it out of the way but then I got an idea. Grinning to myself and surprising the thing by grabbing it by the collar, yanking it down so I could look at it closer but not to close to where its ugly form could touch me.

"Where is he?" I growled in a low whisper, of course when I said "he" I meant Matty. I was in love with him and knowing him he would probably be the first one to go insane. I had to hurry, I didn't know what level he was on but I was going to find out.

I looked at the thing but still it said nothing and my patients were wearing thin. Grinding my teeth together I held it up more into the sky before asking again just like I had done before. This time I got something out of it but it wasn't words, it was more of a pleas maybe a scream of its own. Throwing it down on the ground I walked over and leaned beside it.

"Where is he," I growled even louder.

The thing just looked at me and pointed to the door before trying to get up with its stiff movement. Gripping onto the back I threw it toward the door and turned to face the one he had pointed at and walked in. The door went swinging and made a loud bang onto the wall to see there was a light on in the room, someone had definitely been in here or was still here. Could it be Matty? I thought as I started going through the room but stopped when I noticed the wet foot prints leading to the closet door. When I looked closer there was blood with it, walking over to it I grabbed a hold of it and quietly began to open it...